Lyrics:
with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages
Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps
Twistin' off
at the Arco, put some gas in my Caddy
Armor on my wheels, shine up my Daytons
Check my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up
the jungle can
(Phew) jack man
Scooped ten 12 Pros by three o'clock
(Jack man) morphing up like a Power Ranger
Off this three of Wock' (Phew)
Bitch blew me out
bother, all habit
I'm Upping the scope, sending shots to his noggin
A 12 gauge shawty, the scene will be gnarly
I aim for the body, that corpse will be
feelin' the way I'm feelin' about you right now
Baby what you see is what you get
Talk to me, say what it is
Nobody's better by your side, baby
Baby
I done been through it all so a bitch can't play me, no
Brody caught a body, he ain't do no time
12 gauge on my shawty, that's a homicide
I'm so in
cleveland heat] heat
Thuggish ruggish bone see
Gun stack off
[Verse 1: Layzie]
See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose
Tha 12 gauge two
to shut up I holla
Tell ya I'm takin' the game back
Pumpin' the bass like it's laced crack
Speakers be knockin like 12 mad
My nigga be cockin the gauge back
For what you believe in
Feel the music in your soul, feel the Music in your body
It should hit you from your head to Toe, 12 gauge shottie
Santa cross
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom's got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga
I'm bleeding
Whenever your crying I'm crying
12 gauge it's aimed to my chest not afraid of death when I'm pressed with your lying no Lying
Yuh yuh
ignore!
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1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
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above his fireplace
Hard to hear the angels in a shallow grave
You gotta
Run run Just as fast as you can
I got this cold 12 gauge I'm boogeyman
Defined by
to die in such rage. Getting practice with my 12 gauge. As I perfect my plan i can't wait to get it on damn. Bam it hit like a bomb exploding like a dick I
Gotta keep a layer of the armor on me anyways
My 12 gauge is on heavy spray I'm paranoid for heaven sake I'm paralyzed I need a break a pair of lies I
the top line by line I won't choke
Yes I walk the walk talk the talk now you gotta cope
45 ACP 223 Glock 19 50 cal on the team 12 gauge whatchu need
Got
sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty, 'cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three, wait four-four makes eight
Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12-gauge
every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
the hype
Put it all on the line I didn't think twice
Been rolling the dice I Gambled my life
I have no regrets Keep placing my bets
The bigger the move
too small to hot box with god
All jokes aside Come bounce with us
Standin over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust
timber, knew that ground like the back of our hand
Isaac crippled two with his busted 12 gauge he smirked and he grinned as the rest got away
He'd go
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